The frantic footsteps that broke the tranquil atmosphere heading closer to them.
Joanna, who was previously relaxed in her seat while sipping tea and taking a bite of peanut cookies, stood up abruptly from the chair when she heard such a commotion which signaled that something unprecedented might have happened.
She approached Mrs. Powel, who stood still on the same spot, unmoving, as if waiting for the owner of the footsteps, to come into her sight.
Joanna followed the direction of the gaze of Mrs. Powel which was at the end of the corridor where the stairs were located. Not long later, she caught the sight of a boy stepping down the stairs, running towards them in a hurry with a look of distress.
It was not difficult for Joanna to recognize the boy, who was around the age of eight years old, and whose name was Denny.
